King of Classical Music

"It's called --"

"Thetwilightinthemoonlight."

In the dark and dimly lit piano room, the man’s low-pitched voice rang in his ears. The next second, the piano's clear and soft voice is playing.

This is a soft and slow slow plate. Each press of the piano keys corresponds to a low humming sound. The tone is soft and melodic, like the sea breeze on the moonlit night beach. Even the tail sounds are extremely trembled. .

Hey, that's right, the soft board is really soothing, so slow that even the shackles can press the keys with his fingers, and they won't keep up.

I have never played the piano in my life, and this is the first time in my life.

He looked at his hands and danced on the black and white piano keys, which was so wonderful that he couldn't help but get excited.

Under his finger, it is another man's calm and calm button. If you feel that you are a toddler, then no doubt...

This man has stood at the top of the world.

At first, the heart was still novel, but later, he was impressed by this beautiful and beautiful melodies.

In such a soft and beautiful music, he seems to see a bright and bright moonlight. This month is so clear that it is like a water curtain, so that the whole world is shrouded in the cold moonlight, and in the place where the sea and sky meet, there is still a long and narrow strip of color.

The setting sun has gradually subsided, but it has always stood strong on the sea. It has smudged a large sky with bright and dazzling light. The clouds are steaming, and even the distant Haiping line has bright light.

These two kinds of wonders that are impossible to coexist with each other - moonlight and ochre - have gathered here at this moment. The two are different, and they are secretive. In the end, there is no competition for who is going to be, but let People have been consciously immersed in the wonderful atmosphere they created.

The sound stopped, and I was not stunned.

For a long time, he grabbed the man's arm and asked him, "Twilight in the moonlight?"

He converges on the deep scorpion and whispers in a low voice: "Well, it is "the twilight under the moonlight."

You have always been a smart person. If you are not smart enough, you will not grow up peacefully and peacefully in an orphanage. If you are not smart enough, you will not be able to keep their inheritance from being separated by relatives if your adoptive parents die early. If you are not smart enough, you will not become the deputy chief of the diplomatic service with your own strength.

Such a name, as well as the feelings that were brewed in the sound of the piano, made him unconsciously think of something.

In the end, I couldn't help but smile and hooked my lips. He said: "You rarely write such soothing songs. Hey. Your previous songs are more skillful, especially in "d major". Prepared for professional musicians."

Hearing words, he gracefully picked his eyebrows and he was happy to listen to the young people’s evaluation of himself.

"Although your music style is more varied, in fact, your style is generally based on German classical romanticism, very formal and formal, very gorgeous. But this "Twilight under the moonlight"...I I feel that you have made a great change. I think if you let Mr. Lyont hear the melody you just played, he will definitely write a wonderful music review."

A short, unfinished song has been played, and the left hand is gently licking the waist, and the right hand is still on the piano keys. He looked at the young man in his arms and said: "This song is something I feel. I saw my **** of the muse on a moonlit night, though... he cast the wrong gender. ""

He certainly understands what he means. He picks his eyebrows: "Oh? The **** of your muse is really pitiful, or do you want to find a goddess again?"

The look of the youth's anger made him laugh and laugh, and he shook his head: "But I want him, I don't want the goddess."

"Then he doesn't have to want you."

When the voice suddenly fell, I felt that my waist was suddenly pulled, and the whole person slammed forward and slammed into the warm chest of the other. He raised his head and saw the thin lips and micro-hooks. He asked: "Really?"

Accompanied by this problem, the man’s hot and warm kiss, the familiar breath suddenly swept the sly mouth.

After a few months of separation, he once again saw the man, such a passionate kiss, so that he could not help but heart. He sat on the black bench and hugged the other's waist and responded.

His left hand was tightly wrapped around the waist of the youth, and his right hand was slightly forced to caress the soft black hair of the other side. His tongue tipped into the familiar place flexibly, sucking the liquid that was full of the other's breath, and when it got a response, the temperature rose and it was fierce.

The rhythm between the lips and tongue makes a squeaking sound in the quiet piano room. In such a dimly lit environment, he only feels that his brain is getting dull. In his eyes, there is only one man he loves deeply, and they...

It has been seen for a long time.

Such warmth, such tolerance, such a deep sea-like love, he could not help but respond to each other, and even acquiesced in the next thing.

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A fierce **** | After the event, sitting on the shackles, holding each other lightly, the two exchanged kisses gently.

He kissed the corners of the youth carefully and kissed the physiological tears that overflowed because of the ultimate pleasure. The two kissed gently, and the kiss reached the end, and it gradually became hot and evolved into a continuous love.

When he woke up in bed the next day, he just wanted to get up and was beaten by the waist that was almost folded in half.

"Cough... hurt..."

Feeling the feeling that the body was crushed over by the car, lying on the soft down pillow, stunned and wide-eyed, and did not respond.

Until the familiar footsteps sounded from outside the door, he suddenly woke up, reflexively picking up the pillows on the side and burying his head in it.

Just entering the door, I saw a smashing turtle: "..."

Love|Desire is really sin!

When I remembered how I was indulging in the fast | feelings and making those sly voices last night, he almost collapsed.

How could that kind of sound come from his throat? !

Um... deceiving, it must be a lie!

"Have something to eat, I cooked the millet porridge." The man's low and helpless voice sounded.

I noticed that the soft bed suddenly fell down. I moved my aching body and squatted to the side. I said in action: Do not eat, never eat!

Looking at the young man's "I am not going to remove the pillow", holding a bowl of light rice porridge with a thin lip and a slight hook, after a little thought, the tone said flatly: "Well, you have to be a little Take a break, so this morning I called the Pareson Theatre for your leave, just the call from Walls..."

Listening to this, I am a stiff body.

Just listen and continue to say: "Well, he asked me who is on the phone, I told him, I am Auston Bertel. He was surprised to ask me what happened to you, I told him... ..."

"What do you tell him?!!!"

Throwing the pillow aside, staring at the man sitting on the edge of the bed with wide eyes.

闵琛 Very far-sighted to pick up the pillow, put it at the end of the bed, then picked up the small bowl in his hand, whispered: "Well, lie to you. I asked Daniel to give you a leave, not directly calling Pareson Theatre."

戚暮: "..."

Although the youth is still a "do not want to care about you" expression, but at least has begun to drink porridge.

He handed the spoon to him and looked at the youth with a whitish complexion. He browed slightly and asked in a low voice: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Suddenly smashed by porridge: "...cough, cough, cough..."

After a long time, I just gritted and said: "Fortunately, there is still a little pain in the waist."

After the second love|afterwards, the cockroach was already a little groggy, and he vaguely felt that the other party had taken himself to the bathroom and cleaned up. After that, it seems to be the third time that I can’t look back...

He stretched his hand to cover his face, and he secretly vowed: I will ignore this guy again today!

But the next words made him stunned: "Yes, I heard that after you were uncomfortable, Lance called your cell phone. It was more than half an hour ago. He played. Three times, the last time I was picked up."

Suddenly, a bad premonition rose suddenly: "What happened?"

"He asked me what happened to you." He looked calm. "I told him that you are not very comfortable."

"He asked me if I was taking care of you at your home. I told him, yes. He asked me when I came back, I said yesterday. Finally he asked me, how can you get sick, I told him-"

I said with a blank expression: "Because your little girlfriend is back."

戚暮: "....................."